Allura Vox Machina Novels & Stories

They just looked at the machine draining their mother. "What is this?" Aris stepped back, his golden eyes wide with a genuine, visceral shock. "Teleportation? That... that shouldn't be possible. The sequence doesn't support—" "The sequence changed," Victor growled, hauling himself up against the console. Malakai’s hand touched the base of the central machine. The dark mist didn't just rise; it erupted. It wasn't siphoning energy anymore. It was eating the physics of the room. The solid obsidian of the floor began to soften. It turned into a thick, black liquid that bubbled and hissed.

Marcus pulled the third Hound apart in the way he'd learned from the first two — seams, load-bearing points, applied force — and the last of its movement stopped with the specific cessation of a machine rather than a creature, instant and complete. Silas dropped the output. The chaff dispersed. The ravine was quiet. The speaker on the dismantled Hound's chassis clicked. Nobody had known there was a speaker on the Hound's chassis. It was a reasonable thing to have missed — the chassis was built for function over legibility and the speaker was small and integrated into the seam structure. Aldric's voice came through it with the same calibrated quality it had in the hotel lobby, undimmed by the

The external rumble of the heavy machinery combines with the internal buzzing of the toy to create a surround-sound of vibration that rattles my teeth. "Oh, god," I moan, my head falling back against the detergent dispenser. "Spread your legs," Echo whispers. "Trapping the vibration. Grind against the metal." I widen my stance, my feet sliding on the linoleum. I push my hips back, grinding my clit against the toy, which is being rattled by the machine. It’s intense. It’s raw. It’s industrial-strength pleasure. "The machine is working hard," Echo narrates, his voice dark and rhythmic. "It’s churning. Spinning. Just like you inside. You're churning, Mia. You're dripping."

Nuel pleaded, rattling his chains. A sharp whirring broke out as the machine turned on. The lights turned green and red indicating it was stable. The tubes pulsed as though something alive moved within them. Earis’s chest jerked violently, heaving as the machine dragged the breath from her lungs. My grip on her hand tightened. Across from her, Celeste’s body arched, her own chest rising with each stolen inhale, as if her life was being force-fed into her. The loud sound of the machine drowned out Nuel's voice even though I could still hear him beg.

The machine pulled out a shrill, ear-punching binary dish. “Unautorized biological modification detected. Protocol Aura cleansing initiated.’ The tinkering, inhumane voice drone from loudspeakers, who Hulls were hidden. “She attacks the goat!” I called. The machine lifted one of its massive Sensenarme, ready to put our feathered roommates and the beds in pieces chop. I had not sweated in the ashes for weeks and this wild Jungle tamed, just around everything from a rusted lawn mower of the consortium to be destroyed.

he sneered and activated the machine. The air cackled with energy. Camila’s arched her back, a scream ripping from hr throat. Vivid blue light pulsed from her body, drawn into the machine like a moth to flame. Her screams grew weaker and turned into whimpers…finally ragged gasps for breath.

Each one could level an entire city block. And there weren’t one or two. There were five of them. Marcus turned toward Aurora. “Who the hell owns machines like that?” The answer came through the communications channel. Alexander Ravel’s voice. Calm. Cold. Victorious. “I do.” Aurora stared at the approaching war machines. Even Leviathan suddenly seemed small compared to the advancing titans. Ravel continued. “You’ve impressed me tonight, Aurora Hale.” Lightning flashed. The fortress walkers moved closer. Their cannons slowly rotated toward the estate.

I asked via my implant. Whatever is in there is…unnatural. Alfus's voice was tight. It’s alive, but not. Stob said. "What do you mean?" Its mind is alive, but its body is a machine. Luna said. The wolves collected anxiety was palpable. An eerie cry rang out from the transport, half howl half roar, and the horses reacted, trying to bolt. The whole wagon shook, and I felt an odd presence wash through my implant. The wolves felt it too, and fear spread through us all.

Others were half‑machine, metal plating fused to flesh. All of them had their eyes open. And every single one tracked our entrance. The hum of machinery undercut the grotesque aquarium display—a low, steady thrum of pumps and servers. Somewhere, a fan squealed, struggling. “Hard pass,” Jax murmured. “I am not eating the mystery jello here.” “This is worse than the throne,” I said. “At least that killed you, honestly.” My brain riffled desperately through every lab‑horror scenario I’d ever scribbled.

Glass shattered. Sparks erupted. The restraints around Aurelia flickered but did not release. Victor fired once. Father ducked. The bullet shattered an upper light. Darkness strobed violently. Marcus reached Aurelia first. “How do I unlock this?” “Panel—left—red switch!” He hit the wrong one. The machine screamed louder. Warning alarms burst alive. **TRANSFER SEQUENCE PRIMED** Elias shoved Marcus aside and struck the correct release. One restraint opened. Then jammed.